Thriller Horror Novels & Stories

She chuckled. "Nice idea! We'll watch a horror movie!" I said happily as I watched her eyes widen at the suggestion. "No! I want to watch The Vow!" She pouted. "How about Insidious? Or The Exorcism of Emily Rose?" I asked, ignoring her protests and skipping to the box to search for a good horror movie. "No!" She shouted behind me. "How about Poltergeist?" "No!" "Annabelle?" "No!" "The Grudge?" "No freaking way. I don't​ want to wet my pants. I watched it once and damn, I was so near to pissing myself. That creature, oh my God, that thing in that movie gives me nightmares."

This was an opportunity he could not ignore. Overwhelmed by the unsettling events of the evening, decides to retreat back to the sanctuary of his study. As he turns to leave the hallway, his eyes catch a glimpse of something on the floor—a thumb. His heart skips a beat, dread coiling around his insides. Ryder's steps slow, his gaze fixed on the severed thumb before him. The room feels colder, the air thick with a foreboding presence. The thumb is freshly cut, the glint of a sharp blade still visible on the edges. Blood drops stain the rug, creating macabre patterns that echo the horrors that have befallen his brother.

The last thing Riviera saw was the woman's head rolling. Before, she is yet again dragged into another night of terror. This one is of Mr. Tiller. He sits at his desk late marking papers. When the door to his classroom springs open, he looks up and frowns after not seeing anyone. A locker slam somewhere, and just like in any horror movie, Mr. Tiller gets up to investigate. He peeks out his door before he steps out. It is as if he knows what is to come. "I'm not doing this with you today," he says, then turns to where he felt the presence. "I think I knew who you are." Mr. Tiller smiles.

They chose to go see a movie together, remembering fondly those carefree moments. They settled on a thriller that promised a mix of suspense and a touch of horror, a choice influenced heavily by Camille's love for the thriller genre. As they made their way into the dimly lit theater, anticipation buzzed among them, each person eager to enjoy the cinematic experience together, knowing it would be a night full of shared excitement and maybe even a few screams.

He was forced to swallow his own ear, and immediately it rolled down his throat into his stomach, he released another thrilling scream. Toyota smiled with the right side of her lips, enjoying this view a lot. She's not a fan of movies, in fact she has never watched any till now, but this is surely better than the trash people pay to watch in cinemas. It's horror, action, and thriller all in one, and it's steamy! She's enjoying this with all the fiber in her devilish body. The way the blood poured out of the hole in the cut spot is making excitement pump through her madly, and the way he screams, what song can be as cool as it? this it total thrill.

I forced my gaze away when he sat up and got off the bed. "I’ve ordered take out, I thought we could watch a movie together. What’s your preferred genre, princess? Romance, action or fantasy?" A movie and takeaway… alone... this felt too… "Horror. I love horror. The more gruesome, the better." I stated, walking right past him and out into the hall. If he was trying to set the mood for something, then I would destroy that mood. I smirked confidently, now this will be fun… -

He mentioned the rumors that were spreading like wildfire about a half-bodied woman with wings of a bat, killing people with jobs similar to theirs. Undeniably this statement of his struck fear in the hearts of his colleagues, most especially Cherry. As she got out of the coffee shop, she began to hallucinate about what her boss just mentioned. What if she happens to be the next victim? How would she fight that mysterious creature? She doesn't even know karate or any martial art for that matter! Oh my… Her heart started to beat faster as she goes out into the parking area. Cherry heard a flutter of wings above her as she sauntered to her car. She froze from where she is standing. Her mind is

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

He gritted his teeth and decided to open his eyes and wipes the water away from his face with both of his hands. "Why? I know that you're going to need me tonight. We're going to have a visit on that lovely Heather!" He can feel the excitement of himself while saying those. It urges him to do it. It pushes him to make it happen. By his hands, by his own feet. But not by his own decision, but by himself. Bring him own self to another murderous part of his world. Inviting the horror of him, the mystery in him back in himself. "Aren't you getting chills, Collin? Because I do. I wanna see some blood! I wanna hear some screams! I wanna to taste death!" It encourages him more to do it. To kill...

The Midnight Meat Train. "I don't exactly do horror, Loretta, it creeps me out." "Do you do thrillers?" She asked, stuffing popcorn in her mouth. "Aren't they the same?" "No, they're not. Thrillers get me more than horror. Want some popcorn? "she said, offering him the bowl. "Um... OK, sure. I love microwave popcorn. " She smiles. Next, there were a lot of screams from the TV. Loretta looks at Roy and sees him shaking his knees.